There’s no need for words. Her face in my neck and her small body plastered against my chest, her knees either side of my hips, and her arms around the back of my shoulders, says more clearly than anything that she could speak.
I was scared, and you came for me.
And I know my actions are replying in kind.I’ll always come for you. I’ll never let anything happen to you again.
Having her close is eventually enough to calm me.
It’s some minutes until I figure out anarrangement with seat belts to keep us safe—her safe—and my mind almost clears.
“I thought…” Callie says after a while.
“I know. I’m so sorry.” The words are heavy. I failed her.
She shakes her head. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“It was?—”
“I was so afraid I’d die without telling you I love you.”
For a second I can’t believe my ears. I tremble with emotion, and take her face in my hands to check her expression, and it’s true. I really am that fucking lucky. My heart floats and I grip her hair and press my lips to hers. Holding her. “Callie, I love you.”
And that’s all we say between kisses all the way until we drive through the metal gates that opened automatically for us and Callie notices, and blinks up at me.
“Am I being kidnapped again?”
I can’t help but smile. “Sweetheart, I should have kidnapped you properly that first night. I’m not making that mistake this time. You’re staying with me.”
She smiles and melts into me, and I hold all the tighter.
I almost lost her. But now we’re home.
I sweep her into my arms, bridal style, and carry her into the house. There’s no hesitation. I take her straight to the en-suite shower room and strip her naked. My cock is rigid, a response to her nearness and her confession of love. Her hands grasp at me to do the same, and I let her, even allowing her to remove the dressing on my arm to satisfy herself it’s okay. The desperation to comfort her is a thud in my head. I need to prove to myself and to her that I’m going to take perfect care of her forever.
I get us both under the water, and we both can’t stop touching each other. More and more greedily, and she’s naked, and I am too.
I tell her over and over that I love her, and she’s my good girl. And get closer, and closer, until I have her lifted, her legs around my waist, and I’m holding her between myself and the wall, partly under the spray. And then the helmet of my cock slides through the slick evidence of her desire to her entrance.
I kiss her neck, and she whimpers.
“Callie, I can’t resist you.” I’m breathing hard, shaking with the need to be in her.
Gripping my hair, Callie forces my head up, and looks right into my eyes. “I’m yours. Take me.”
22
CALLIE
He groans, and it’s so low and pained, for a second I don’t know why he’s making that sound. But then the tip of his cock—the very hard, very thick head—pushes against the place between my legs that’s sopping. It feels impossible. He’s too big. I’m not going to open for something that blunt. With a confidence I don’t have and I’m glad he does, he drives forwards.
Breaking into me.
He steals my breath, because it’s like the reverse of sewing stitches to close a wound. You know it’ll be better in the long-term, but for that instant, it’s agony. Except, instead of closing me up, his brutal cock is ripping me open for him.
But I want it. I cling to him, breathing through the slice of pain as I’d tell a patient to do as I hurt them like this. I dig my nails into his shoulders, and I focus on how good it is to be in his arms.
“Callie, you’re so wet,” he grits out. “So perfect. Hot and tight…” He trails off into a moan of pleasure as he slides further into me.
And I don’t know if it’s the movement, or his rough praise that trails off as though he’s losing his control, but the pain fades. I relax, the feel of him shifts to just fullness, and I gasp as he withdraws, then plunges deeper.
